Now I feel like a dealer. Strangely, I'm okay with it.
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(212): matchstick there's some things a guy doesn't need to know
"Are you texting?" Peter asked, pushing his hair out of his eyes. He was attempting to zip the suitcase and having trouble which Johnny personally felt was hilarious. And he hadn't wanted to upgrade.
"Unlimited messaging," Johnny replied, holding up his sleek new phone. "I'll put you on the plan."
"Yeah, because I can just see how that'll go," Peter said. "Three in the morning -- hey bb did u kno ive got a signal in the negative zone? later!"
"Did you have to spell that all out?" Johnny asked, quirking an eyebrow. Peter gave the zipper one last futile tug and then sat back on his haunches.
"New idea," he said. "You hold this down and I'll jump up on top of it and maybe you can convince me to keep the handcuffs."
"Right," Johnny said, moving to grab a hold of the luggage. Peter climbed up on top of it. "And the handcuffs are a staple and you know it."
"I have webbing," Peter argued, jumping once, twice, and with a sound that probably meant something expensive had just broken, the luggage finally collapsed enough that Johnny could get it zipped all the way. "It's better than handcuffs! It dissolves and nobody ever loses the key!"
"One time," Johnny said, flapping a hand. Peter climbed down and surveyed their work, hands on his hips. Then he sat down next to Johnny and kicked at the luggage, lightly.
"The pathetic thing is, I'm not even arguing that the fact that we need all this for a week," he said, frowning. "You broke me."
"Improved," Johnny said, placing an obnoxiously wet kiss above Peter's ear. "The word you're looking for there is improved."
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Date: 2011-10-26 06:14 am (UTC)--
(212): matchstick there's some things a guy doesn't need to know
"Are you texting?" Peter asked, pushing his hair out of his eyes. He was attempting to zip the suitcase and having trouble which Johnny personally felt was hilarious. And he hadn't wanted to upgrade.
"Unlimited messaging," Johnny replied, holding up his sleek new phone. "I'll put you on the plan."
"Yeah, because I can just see how that'll go," Peter said. "Three in the morning -- hey bb did u kno ive got a signal in the negative zone? later!"
"Did you have to spell that all out?" Johnny asked, quirking an eyebrow. Peter gave the zipper one last futile tug and then sat back on his haunches.
"New idea," he said. "You hold this down and I'll jump up on top of it and maybe you can convince me to keep the handcuffs."
"Right," Johnny said, moving to grab a hold of the luggage. Peter climbed up on top of it. "And the handcuffs are a staple and you know it."
"I have webbing," Peter argued, jumping once, twice, and with a sound that probably meant something expensive had just broken, the luggage finally collapsed enough that Johnny could get it zipped all the way. "It's better than handcuffs! It dissolves and nobody ever loses the key!"
"One time," Johnny said, flapping a hand. Peter climbed down and surveyed their work, hands on his hips. Then he sat down next to Johnny and kicked at the luggage, lightly.
"The pathetic thing is, I'm not even arguing that the fact that we need all this for a week," he said, frowning. "You broke me."
"Improved," Johnny said, placing an obnoxiously wet kiss above Peter's ear. "The word you're looking for there is improved."